Kinney
Word Nerd
Hey all, it's ya girl Kin again. I'm craving something very particular right now and hoping to find a taker... but, first things first!
About me:
OK ONTO THE IDEA!
Muse A is a serial Tinder dater, but she uses these dates to score free dinners and then she skips out before the bill. Muse B is the sorry sucker that she's pinned as her next victim... only, during the date, Muse A finds herself embroiled in Muse B's plot. Whether this plot is fantasy-related or not, we can decide where it goes from here, but I'm hoping for chaos, action, enemies to lovers, good girl/bad boy (girl) nonsense adventure.
Think "Date Night" (Steve Carrell/Tina Fey) but the protagonists don't know each other.
Is Muse B a prison escapee? A vampire prince/ss? The son/daughter of a mafia lord? This is pretty open to any direction - the more mayhem the better. Maybe you have a plot that this could easily tie into? Let's spin the rest of this thing together to make it nice and juicy.
If interested, please send a DM to introduce yourself, and I'd appreciate a writing sample if possible (to ensure we'd mesh!)
About me:
- I'm an old lady (34).
- PST time zone.
- Busy life, but addicted to writing. You can count on once a day/every two days response from me, unless life gets busy. I do have a few other stories going on, but I have extra time and energy for another one (I'm a nutcase).
- 3rd person, past tense.
- Typically my responses are 500-800 words, my intros can run anywhere from 700-1000, or longer for the high fantasy worlds. This plot idea would probably be more casual, but I do tend to get excited and write a lot.
- Lover of romance (fast burn/slow burn), adventure, action and a slew of side characters.
- MxF, FxF are what I'm most accustomed to.
- No triggers, limits would be no incest, furries or sexual assault of minors (if mentioned as part of a backstory, that is fine - I will not partake firsthand).
- OOC friendly - I love to geek out over our story!
- Ghost semi-friendly (I get how it is, but I'd be lowkey sad if we have something great going and I never hear from you again flkdjaf)
- Disclaimer: I tend to swear a lot in my writing (sorry not sorry), and my characters usually start off morally ambiguous with eventual character development. I just find that more interesting and fun to write about.
- 21+
- Any time zone is fine!
- At least 1/week reply rate would be preferred, but I can be patient.
- 400-800 words per reply, but in general, quality is better than quantity.
- Lover of romance, adventure, action.
- OOC friendly ~ tell me about your fav holiday drink if you've read up til now (I'm not an asshole tho, I won't be mad if you forget to include this ha)
For what seemed like an entire minute, they soared through pendent time and space, critter-girl snapped up in the talons of the white-haired crow.
And then, the world went cold.
It was a merciless thief. With a crash, the sea held him in its unflinching grasp, punched the air out of his lungs, stole the heat from his body and his ability to move. Mouth flung open in a silent yell, briny ocean flooding in. Thousands of ice shards stabbed every inch of skin, each slice a jarring reminder of the approaching winter. Cal's limbs and his hold on the girl turned sluggish and leaden, bones heavy and numb.
Thoughts snapped back into his skull - his duty, his mission, his purpose.
The girl wriggled in his grasp but Cal deepened the embrace.
Duty, mission, purpose - fuck it all to hell, where was his damned knife?! A palm blindly glided along her arm all the way to her wrist while his other arm wrestled to keep her secured against him, but she twisted free with a kick to his gut. Grimacing, his eyes flung open. It was night but for the subtle glow of the fire from the world above the waves, ember glinting the glare he jabbed through the din at his scourge. Aimed not for her face, but what she held in her grasp.
The Judge still flickered with a dim blue light, illuminating them in their mute whooshing surroundings. Cal managed to fist a grasp of her clothing and yank her closer, while he reached in an irritatingly delayed maneauver to take his knife.
A jarring fire sang sharp beneath his ribs as she sank her other weapon into his side.
Cal expelled the rest of his breath, mouth shoving out a burst of bubbles. His grasp weakened and she pulled away, then vanished. Flinching out of his paralysis with tightened teeth, Cal also kicked for the surface, his advance hindered by the metal bracer which still covered one of his forearms, and his heavy leather cuirass, which was doing an absolute shit job at keeping him unmarred. Instead of following her, he fought for the easiest path that would take him to sweet air.
Battle won, he exploded through the surface. A pained yell swept away into the blowing rain. He waded a moment, touched the dagger's hilt that jutted from his side, and filtered swiftly through his options. Swearing rough under his breath, conflicted, he cast a wild glance over the waves, but the rolling swells had increased in size. She'd vanished.
Cal sent another filthy word to the churning heavens, then pitched himself in the direction of where he'd spied the closest shore. The glacial wet sapped his energy and the feeling vanished from his fingertips and feet. Still, he kicked and pulled, fighting the pitch dark that ran its fingers along his consciousness.
...You are weak...
An indeterminable amount of time later, his fists found pebbles. The Morvain clawed his way up onto a shore, half-mindful of his surroundings. Rain came down in sheets now, but his skin was unfeeling. The assassin could only fathom that this was a shallow beach surrounded in pine thicket and thick underbrush, and he was alone, perhaps, but awareness and care could not exist within the same space as misery.
When he'd escaped the shorebreak, Cal collapsed. Kickstanding an arm, he flipped himself over and lay supine, fighting for breath, his heart high in his throat. Air whistled over his tongue, his chest lifting and falling in a perilous tempo. A few pants passed before he brought a hand down to the dagger's hilt that protruded from his side. Digits felt around the bloody incision and the blade. It was deep. Cal tipped his chin into his neck, long tendrils of shining moonlight pasted to his forehead and cheeks while he peered down the length of his torso and assessed.
Then, grasping the hilt of the dagger, he tore it out.
A yell vaulted through his teeth as wildfire webbed. His head pressed back into the slippery rocks, body writhing and the heels of his boots scraping around in the ground. Face screwed, he discarded the blade, then ripped at his clothing's buckles until he'd pried away the leather cuirass from his front and uncovered a formidably wide trunk, taut muscles in his belly, and a three-inch wound amidst his ribbed obliques. It spilt blood. Too much blood. A ribbon of it poured into the damp cold.
...Would this work?
There was only one way to find out. He'd never done it twice in one day before... Hell, he'd never done it twice in one week. The cost could be high. Too high, perhaps, but he had no other choice if he was to continue his mission.
His duty, his purpose.
She was number ninety-nine.
Staunching the wound with his palm, blood bubbling out between his fingers, Cal's eyes rolled back, lids falling over his gaze. He started the incantation, a mutter nearly swept away in the crashing waves beneath his feet. "Eldragh nathrak..."
And then, the world went cold.
It was a merciless thief. With a crash, the sea held him in its unflinching grasp, punched the air out of his lungs, stole the heat from his body and his ability to move. Mouth flung open in a silent yell, briny ocean flooding in. Thousands of ice shards stabbed every inch of skin, each slice a jarring reminder of the approaching winter. Cal's limbs and his hold on the girl turned sluggish and leaden, bones heavy and numb.
Thoughts snapped back into his skull - his duty, his mission, his purpose.
The girl wriggled in his grasp but Cal deepened the embrace.
Duty, mission, purpose - fuck it all to hell, where was his damned knife?! A palm blindly glided along her arm all the way to her wrist while his other arm wrestled to keep her secured against him, but she twisted free with a kick to his gut. Grimacing, his eyes flung open. It was night but for the subtle glow of the fire from the world above the waves, ember glinting the glare he jabbed through the din at his scourge. Aimed not for her face, but what she held in her grasp.
The Judge still flickered with a dim blue light, illuminating them in their mute whooshing surroundings. Cal managed to fist a grasp of her clothing and yank her closer, while he reached in an irritatingly delayed maneauver to take his knife.
A jarring fire sang sharp beneath his ribs as she sank her other weapon into his side.
Cal expelled the rest of his breath, mouth shoving out a burst of bubbles. His grasp weakened and she pulled away, then vanished. Flinching out of his paralysis with tightened teeth, Cal also kicked for the surface, his advance hindered by the metal bracer which still covered one of his forearms, and his heavy leather cuirass, which was doing an absolute shit job at keeping him unmarred. Instead of following her, he fought for the easiest path that would take him to sweet air.
Battle won, he exploded through the surface. A pained yell swept away into the blowing rain. He waded a moment, touched the dagger's hilt that jutted from his side, and filtered swiftly through his options. Swearing rough under his breath, conflicted, he cast a wild glance over the waves, but the rolling swells had increased in size. She'd vanished.
Cal sent another filthy word to the churning heavens, then pitched himself in the direction of where he'd spied the closest shore. The glacial wet sapped his energy and the feeling vanished from his fingertips and feet. Still, he kicked and pulled, fighting the pitch dark that ran its fingers along his consciousness.
...You are weak...
An indeterminable amount of time later, his fists found pebbles. The Morvain clawed his way up onto a shore, half-mindful of his surroundings. Rain came down in sheets now, but his skin was unfeeling. The assassin could only fathom that this was a shallow beach surrounded in pine thicket and thick underbrush, and he was alone, perhaps, but awareness and care could not exist within the same space as misery.
When he'd escaped the shorebreak, Cal collapsed. Kickstanding an arm, he flipped himself over and lay supine, fighting for breath, his heart high in his throat. Air whistled over his tongue, his chest lifting and falling in a perilous tempo. A few pants passed before he brought a hand down to the dagger's hilt that protruded from his side. Digits felt around the bloody incision and the blade. It was deep. Cal tipped his chin into his neck, long tendrils of shining moonlight pasted to his forehead and cheeks while he peered down the length of his torso and assessed.
Then, grasping the hilt of the dagger, he tore it out.
A yell vaulted through his teeth as wildfire webbed. His head pressed back into the slippery rocks, body writhing and the heels of his boots scraping around in the ground. Face screwed, he discarded the blade, then ripped at his clothing's buckles until he'd pried away the leather cuirass from his front and uncovered a formidably wide trunk, taut muscles in his belly, and a three-inch wound amidst his ribbed obliques. It spilt blood. Too much blood. A ribbon of it poured into the damp cold.
...Would this work?
There was only one way to find out. He'd never done it twice in one day before... Hell, he'd never done it twice in one week. The cost could be high. Too high, perhaps, but he had no other choice if he was to continue his mission.
His duty, his purpose.
She was number ninety-nine.
Staunching the wound with his palm, blood bubbling out between his fingers, Cal's eyes rolled back, lids falling over his gaze. He started the incantation, a mutter nearly swept away in the crashing waves beneath his feet. "Eldragh nathrak..."
OK ONTO THE IDEA!
Muse A is a serial Tinder dater, but she uses these dates to score free dinners and then she skips out before the bill. Muse B is the sorry sucker that she's pinned as her next victim... only, during the date, Muse A finds herself embroiled in Muse B's plot. Whether this plot is fantasy-related or not, we can decide where it goes from here, but I'm hoping for chaos, action, enemies to lovers, good girl/bad boy (girl) nonsense adventure.
Think "Date Night" (Steve Carrell/Tina Fey) but the protagonists don't know each other.
Is Muse B a prison escapee? A vampire prince/ss? The son/daughter of a mafia lord? This is pretty open to any direction - the more mayhem the better. Maybe you have a plot that this could easily tie into? Let's spin the rest of this thing together to make it nice and juicy.
If interested, please send a DM to introduce yourself, and I'd appreciate a writing sample if possible (to ensure we'd mesh!)
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